[Intro: Dom Pachino]
Yeah, uh-huh, ya'll used to love
I remember when ya'll used to f**ing
Be the first n***as online, man, cop them tickets, man
See k**army perform live, do our muthaf**ing thing
Ya'll use to throw them grenades up real high too, man
Ya'll used to love me
Make 'em love me again, yeah
I'mma make you love me again, yo
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They used to love me when I first started, I was crazy retarded
Super dope, the bomb, the best
b**hes used to tattoo my name on they breasts
n***as used to rock T-shirts, with my logo on 'em
Wrinkle and all, through the summer, spring, winter and fall
Used to pack our in-stores in the mall
Thirty b**hes near the tour bus, waiting for the don
Another thirty backstage, right before I got on
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I still love ya'll though
For ya'll know not what ya'll do
This wack a** sh** nowadays
[Dom Pachino]
You was my biggest man, like Eminem Stan
Had all twelve of my CD's stacked in your hand
Waiting patient near the backdoor to catch me and get an autograph
Tapped your cuz on the shoulder, bragged to him bout the flows I had
How I went twice on The Shootout, and shined on my whole team
Told him your friends used to argue who's better, k**a Sin or Dom P
You said, honestly, you was voting for me
But I love k**a Sin sh**, personally
k**army's better than Wu-Tang, to me
Even though I know that ya'll a branch off the family tree
That's your opinion, and you're entitled to that
But I told them that Wu-Tang is one of the reasons why I started to rap
I made hits with Masta k**a, U-God, RZA and Meth
Shoutout to the Inspectah, GZA, Dirt Dog, Ghost and the Chef
Three tours with the Clan, in the carivan, the Winnebago
Starting copping j**els from ice cube to refrigerator
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[Interlude: Dom Pachino]
Looking all fine and crispy and sh**
I still am
[Dom Pachino]
I remember being on Rap City with Joe Clair and bowling with Big Tigger
Can't forget about The Box, cuz Ralphi boy's my n***a
Whipped the whole game up when we drop our first single
Wu-Renegades sold another grand, but was an underground jingle
Kept it hood in the V, five deep in the dollar van
When we dropped Silent Weapons, first week 38,000 scanned
Cracked the Billboard Top 10, became a household name
But with the name come the money, and money come the fame
The root of evil's in the mix, and n***as start to change
And lose sight, of the picture, from outside the frame
No more k**army? That's a God damn shame
If I told the fans the real season, the'll think the sh** is mad lame
If we dropped another album, it just wouldn't be the same
If my heart ain't in it, then why would I do it?
Hell yeah I love my n***as, but it ain't all fluid
Some n***as deal with greed, others got too much dust in they weed
Others don't want to be bothered, and that's word to my seed
Others don't take the music that seriously
Some are just trying to live and trying to eat
See me, I be living off the sh** that I speak
But I feels some n***as not respecting my G
I kept the fans fed, but they in the forums talking sh** about me
Those are fake fans, they don't know sh** about P
I'm a beast that released 210 songs
From '02 to '09, and that's all on Napalm
Not including what I did with the Arm', let's see
Most hooks, most tracks I was on, I'm a G
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I still am, n***a
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